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Gym Class Heroes - Like Father Like Son Lyrics

Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be a cover of the rolling stone
Only if I know that I can do it alone
Only if I know that I can do it alone.

August 6th, 1981 I took my first breath. They said I smiled and cried until it was none left. I guess I knew what I was in for before hand. Miniture grown man ha. Third of three sons. Big bird and squirt guns. Aunt tammy dressed up as a clown when I turned one. Scared the shit out of me but thanks for trying. Sitting in my highchair throwing cake and crying. I remember everything, every single detail, clinging on daddy's leg like don't leave I'll be good. I promise. I'll do anything honest. But he had to go to work and bust his ass for those dollars. Now it all makes sense, back then I wasn't havin it, obsessed with [heatin it?] so young and so adimit. Walking [sir castle] grade school and baseball and I learned that if I worked a little that I could have it all.
All of my friend's had allowances, I had a paper route. And when no one was looking I threw the papers out. I got caught made dad was furious and if your gonna do something do it right, thats what earnest is.

Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be a cover of the rolling stone
Only if I know that I can do it alone
Only if I know that I can do it alone.

Papa was a rolling stone working hard while I was home alone. This is some Macaulay Culkin shit so bit. Little man had a plan and had to follow through with it but moms was so inconsiderate. Illiterate? Nope. I read the dictionary daily. Give the gap the rap and set sailing step moms get the poop end of the stick nothing new to me. Don't act like my momma because my dad bought you jewlery. Oh and time [coolery?] I sat back and watched pops play with women like chess, check mate. Six sibilings, three different moms. Can you imagine seeing your paycheck get broken down into fractions. Papa was a pimp, married four time, indicisive, trynna strike a gold mine. Sittin in the truth of sand something like a fortynine up to the point where my chest becomes a cold mine. But when they come and go, I'll be here at the bitter end just letting you know. I never understood temptation I guess we both got a little David Rufus in us. Everybody sing it with us now.

Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be a cover of the rolling stone
Only if I know that I can do it alone
Only if I know that I can do it alone.

Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be a cover of the rolling stone
Only if I know that I can do it alone
Only if I know that I can do it alone.